Page 108 of The Weakest Wolf

“No,” I gently correct her, “so I know I’m giving you pleasure. And because you have the most expressive eyes in the world.”

Those silver eyes, so open and easy to read when she isn’t hiding behind a mask, meet mine steadily. “What are they telling you now?”

I release her chin to lace our fingers together before I draw them over her head. “That you want me.”

“And what do you want?”

I rock my hips against hers, and her one small gasp draws a smile from me. “Can you guess?”

She tightens her grip around my hands. “So take me.”

My cock jerks at the husky need in her voice. “Fuck, Sierra. Those three words and I’m ready to come,” I growl.

“That’s what I want,” she murmurs, as her eyes settle on my lips, “but only when you’re inside me.”

Her words drive all thought—the ability to speak at all—from my head and I lower my lips to hers.

This kiss isn’t slow, sweet, or gentle. It’s hard and needy and full of want. Her hips shift restlessly against mine as I slant my mouth over hers and deepen the kiss.

I shift my grip on her hands so I can pin her wrists to the bed with one hand. I’m going to be needing the other one free.

I stroke my fingers over her warm satiny shoulder, briefly squeezing one full breast before I continue my journey down her flat stomach.

She breaks our kiss. “Galen, what are you—” her words end in a low moan that makes my cock throb. My fingers brush against her as I lower my head to kiss her throat. On the spot where I will bite her one day.

Between her open thighs, I dip my finger deeper inside her hot, wet heat. “I think I told you about how men like the idea of pinning a woman down like this.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice ragged, “but not for this.”

“Yes, for this.” I kiss the spot again and she whimpers, nearly driving all other thoughts but the need to thrust deep inside her from my head. “To have the woman they love want more.”

“So you want me to beg?”

I immediately stop touching her. For several seconds, I stare deep into her eyes as I will her to see how serious I am right now. “You never have to beg me for anything. Ask and it’s yours.”

She blinks. “I want you inside me.”

I shift my weight. One hard thrust and her body is clasping me tight as a fist. I release a slow breath as I take in her eyes, glassy with need. “And now?”

“Move. Hard and fast.”

Her words nearly undo me, but I ease my body away and give her what she wants—what we both want.

The first thrust has both of us groaning. She slides her legs around my hips and digs her heels into the backs of my thighs. I withdraw before slamming into her again. So deep that her body swallows every last inch of my cock.

“Fuck, Sierra. You feel…” I can’t find the words, so I don’t waste time looking for them.

My mouth returns to hers as I plunge into her slick channel, swallowing her sweet moans as she raises her hips to meet each one of my hard, driving thrusts.

The feel of her is incredible, but the taste of her kiss, the scent that is her and her alone, wraps me up and makes me forget about the world. In her arms, it’s just us.

I increase the pace as sweat coats our bodies and her kiss turns hungrier.

Sierra keeps up, her body as eager as mine. My hands grip her wrists harder, as I withdraw almost all the way, before stroking back in again. She makes such a hungry, gasping sound that I know I have to make her do it again. So I do. Again and again, until her muscles ripple around my cock.

She’s close. I break our kiss because I have to see. I have to know she’s feeling nothing but pleasure. Her eyes were closed, but she must feel my attention because her eyelids flutter open a second later.

“Mine,” I breathe, as I hammer deep inside her. “Mine.”

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